The Alpha’s Human Stripper Mate

5

CALISTA

I paced around the large room, completely lost in thought. How the hell did I get into this situation? Who was that strange man and why did he buy me?

Most importantly, what did he mean when he called me his mate? Was that a kind of slang? Wasn’t that what British people called their friends?

Was he british? I shook my head vehemently. No way. He didn’t have a British accent and we were not even friends so what was he on about?

I contemplated running away several times, but the door was locked and it looked like it could only be open from outside.

The windows were open, but if I attempted jumping outside, I would only fall to my death so it looked like I was now a prisoner here.

From what I observed when I looked out the window, the building looked like a castle of some sort which was strange because I had never come across a castle in Las Vegas.

Where in the world was I? My agitation increased by the second and every time I thought of escaping, I would remember Thorne’s threat to kill me and I couldn’t help but feel frightened because he looked like he would really do it.

At that moment, the door knob turned and the door opened. My heart rate quickened as the man of the hour, Thorne walked into the room.

I was alarmed to notice that my body did not only tremble out of fear. It also trembled out of desire which was utterly ridiculous.

Had I finally lost my mind? Why would I desire a man who bought me and basically kidnapped me here against my will?

Thorne shut the door behind him and slowly approached me, like a predator eyeing its prey.

“W-what do you want?” I stuttered, taking a step back and he scoffed at that as he continued approaching me.

“What do I want? Have you forgotten what I told you?” He was now in front of me, towering over me like a giant. “I own you, stripper, and I can do whatever I want with you.” He growled.

“My name is Calista.” I said, through clenched teeth, completely furious about the fact that my body craved him so badly when all he did was insult and belittle me.

“I don’t care what your name is. I will call you whatever I please.” He replied, running his fingers across my chin.

His expression looked disgusted like he didn’t want to be in the same room with me but at the same time, his eyes were dark with desire.

My body shivered at his touch and I didn’t have it in me to push him away. I hated myself so much for it.

“Why do I feel this way about you?” He muttered more to himself than to me. “You are just a human.”

I raised a brow at the strange things he said, but I wasn’t about to call him out on it. I was too frightened of him.

His fingers lightly grazed my lips and my toes curled up in anticipation. This was utterly ridiculous. How could I want a man I barely knew so much.

I didn’t have the opportunity to think too much as Thorne’s finger on my lips was soon replaced by his lips.

A gasp escaped my lips and he took that chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. I should fight this. Fight him.

I should pull away, but unfortunately, my body betrayed me in the most devastating way and I found myself leaning into the kiss. Leaning into him. Wanting more.

His hands roughly roamed all around my body and I shivered in response as he reached beneath my dress and cupped my breasts.

A low moan escaped my lips as he began to fondle and massage them.

“Be quiet,” He commanded as his hands roamed lower, across my belly and finally in between my thighs. “Look at you, all wet like the little slut that you are.” He said in a condescending manner.

My blood thrummed with anger and I opened my mouth to speak, but he never gave me the chance.

“Turn around. I don’t want to see your face when I f**k you like the w***e you are.” He spat and I was honestly hurt and insulted by his words.

I just didn’t understand how I managed to get even more turned on despite my emotions. I slowly turned around and to my surprise, Thorne ripped my dress apart in one single motion.

A gasp escaped my lips and my cheeks turned red as I stood before him in nothing but the lingerie I wore at the club. I was just glad I wasn’t facing him at that moment.

“Strip.” He commanded in a terrifying voice and I wasted no time stripping as my body shook embarrassingly out of excitement.

His hand began to roam over my body and my heart pounded in delight as I heard him unzip his pants.

Without any prior warning, he pushed his length into me and I let out a small cry and my body shook as I struggled to adjust to his size.

“Shut up.” He growled, covering my mouth with his hand.

Slowly, he began to move in and out of me and within seconds, low moans escaped lips and the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

My screams were muffled by his hand over my mouth as my insides clenched with pleasure and soon, my body shuddered with release along with Thorne.

As soon as he came down from his high, he pulled out and roughly pushed me aside. I was still delirious from the mind blowing s*x as I managed to pick up my dress and lingerie from the ground.

I slowly turned to him and the moment I did, I instantly wished I didn’t because he stared at me like I was raw filth.

“Freshen up and get dressed. You’ll be taken to the quarters for the maids soon. Stay out of sight and do not say anything if anyone asks any questions. I’ll send for you whenever I need you.” He barked before turning around and making his way out of the room.

“Wait!” I called out, but it was already too late. He had already shut the door in my face. I let out a loud sigh before covering my face with my hands.

I was so embarrassed. I basically threw myself at him when all he did was treat me like s**t. What the hell was wrong with me? He already thought of me as a w***e and I went ahead and acted like one.

I shook my head, dumping my clothes back on the ground in sheer frustration. What was Thorne’s problem?

Why did he hate me so much? Why did he look at me with such disgust on his face? He was an asshole. It was such a pity that s*x with him was incredible.

I slowly made my way to the bathroom, staring at my naked reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t help but cringe at the sight.

My long black hair was unruly and scattered in different directions like a bird’s nest, but my face was even worse. It was a sore sight for the eyes.

My skin, which was usually warm ivory, had gotten pale. I had massive dark circles under my eyes like I hadn’t slept in months and truthfully I hadn’t.

I was always too busy working my ass off like a dog on most nights. My eyes landed on the bite mark on my neck which showed no sign of disappearing.

I should have asked Thorne if he bit me, but I knew it would earn me another disgusted expression and probably some degrading words.

It would probably be best to keep my mouth shut and just let the bruise heal. My eyes sank lower to my chest where I had a tiny star-shaped birthmark on my chest.

It was pretty unusual, but I loved it and I was forever proud of it. Deciding that I had been staring at myself for too long, I finally went into the shower and scrubbed all the filth and grime from my hair and body.

When I was clean enough, I found a clean towel in the bathroom and dried my body before making my way back into the room.

Since Thorne had destroyed the dress I wore earlier, I needed to find some fresh clothes to wear. I wasted no time opening the closet and I was astonished by the number of clothes in there.

It was endless. From gowns to shirts, to formal wear and casual clothes— the list was endless. I quickly selected a white sweater, a pair of denim pants and some simple slippers and to my surprise, it was just my size.

As soon as I finished putting them on, I heard a knock. The door opened and a petite woman dressed in what seemed like a uniform for maids walked in.

“Good day. I’m here to show you to your room in the maid quarters.” She said.